Riley immediately stiffened and looked very strange.
She kept silent for a while.
Finally, she shook her head and said in a low voice, âI donât know.
I donât know this person.
â
Debraâs POV:
Riley did not know Emily?
How could that be possible?
Emily was Adamâs former secretary.
She mustâve met Riley more than once.
Moreover, Riley had good memory.
How could she not remember her?
âIsnât Emily Mr.
Cooperâs former secretary? Havenât you met her before?â I couldnât help but stare at Riley incredulously.
She deliberately averted her gaze.
âNo.
I never met her.
â
This made me feel even more suspicious.
Before I could ask her more questions, Riley suddenly looked at me and said, âIâm sorry, but I just remembered that I have some work to do.
You donât have to drive me home.
Just drop me off at the next intersection.
â
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âAre you sure? Itâs not easy to find a taxi at that intersection.
â The road we were on was very remote, and few cars passed by.
No one in their right mind would choose to get out of the car here.
Rileyâs attitude was firm.
âJust drop me off there.
Iâve already asked someone to pick me up.
â
I had no choice but to do as she said.
Rileyâs strange attitude only proved to me that she did know Emily and that she might even know the inside story.
Thinking of the âchildâ Emily had mentioned before, my heart thumped wildly.
I felt that something big was about to happen.
The bits and pieces of information we had gathered were like small beads, waiting to be connected by a string.
I went back to the apartment with mixed feelings.
Unexpectedly, I came home to a very flustered-looking Harlan.
âDebra? Whatâre you doing here?â
He stared at me, wide-eyed, as though I had caught him doing something bad.
Only then did I notice that Harlanâs clothes were disheveled.
His trousers were wrinkled, and his collar was stained with Lipstick.
âWhat on earth happened to you?â I asked, squinting at him curiously âN-nothing.
â Harlan winced.
He seemed to have a pounding headache Rubbing his temples, he grumbled helplessly, âIâm never going to drink again.
â
It seemed that he ended up sleeping with someone under the influence of alcohol.
I couldnât help but burst into Laughter.
Though I was dying to know who he had slept with, I didnât ask him about his personal life.
Instead, I promised solemnly, âDonât worry.
I wonât tell Gale.
â
Harlanâs face flushed all of a sudden until even his ears turned bright red.